Source: William Warby I watched Trump’s coronavirus press conference the other day. Well, watched in the sense that it was on in the background while I tweeted about being a slut for mozzarella sticks. Anyway, as one would suspect, social media was filled with the usual ham-handed keyboard pounders giving their unsolicited hot takes afterwards. And, as I normally do when an important national conversation invites the opinions of ALL citizens, I opened my laptop, fired it up, cracked my knuckles… and watched Friends. On DVD. Like a Neanderthal. Screw you, Netflix. Be that as it may, given all the…
Author: Daniel Oliver
Sometimes while I’m at work and daydreaming about being lucky enough to get hit by a bus so that I can pay off my student loans, my fantasies are interrupted by other random thoughts. Like, why does Gary Busey look like a child tried to draw Nick Nolte from memory? Does Gwyneth Paltrow’s origin story begin with an Afghan Hound falling into a vat of radioactive wheatgrass smoothies? Or, the thought I wonder about most: How will my generation fare when modern society inevitably crumbles? As an older millennial (31), I feel my generation could adapt… On one hand, elder…